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Dalí the Sheep
04:23
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Killed a fly in the shower
Washing sins after hours
There are spores on the ceiling
And there, there are flowers
And his life was so small
In my medium palm
And it felt like nothing at all
And I killed the lights in the road
Where I melted once before
Where I melted
And I can’t recall anything at all
Before three years ago
Losing friends by the hour
Them with fork and knife I devour
There are cities in my brain
Below them, a human’s remains
All the liars feel fine at the end of the line
I can gaze out of their eyeballs with my saw
And I killed a boy in the road
In the place where I melted once before
Where I melted
And I can’t recall anything at all
Before three years ago
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I wanna know
How I wake up feeling so old
How every summer goes cold
I feel it deep in my bones
I wanna know
When your fixed face goes out of control
Can you leave me here if I’m in the zone
Asleep or stoned
Don’t pray for me or your own
Don’t wait up, I’m better alone
They’re all traitors, conscious clones
And I hate it, I’m better alone
And it feels like I finally know
Yeah it feels like I finally know
Nothing’s real now, my head is my home
And it feels like I finally know
Sometimes I feel dumb
I feel dumb and I feel I’ve grown numb
Sometimes I feel sure I can’t feel anymore
But it’s just like whatever, I don’t care
Don’t care anymore
And it feels like I finally know
And it feels like I finally know
Nothing’s real now, my head is my home
And it feels like I wanna know
How I wake up feeling so old
How every summer goes cold
I feel it deep in my bones
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Hey man remember
Remember when we were so young
I used to play with you
I used to sit out in the sun
I used to run with all the other girls and boys
You used to stay at home
Never making any noise
Yeah man remember
That day that you died on me
I looked right in your eyes
For what seemed like eternity
I wanna go swimming
I wanna swim with my pet shark
But he is only dead, and forever in my
I wanna swim
I wanna swim with my pet shark
But he is only dead,
Yeah man life can be so harsh
I wanna go swimming
I wanna swim with my pet shark
And he is only dead, only dead oh in my
I wanna go swimming
I wanna swim with my pet shark
And he is only dead,
Yeah man life can be so harsh
I wanna go swimming
I wanna swim with my pet shark
And he is only dead,
Yeah man reality’s so dark
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4. |
Entracte
00:23
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5. |
Rêverie Immortel
03:07
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In my dreams
Yeah it happens there was John I seen
Slipping down the stairs
And his eyes were dark
Yeah they stared right through me
It’s good to be
In a place with the lights out man
God it feels so lonely
But the day drags on,
We don’t feel so holy
Two days spent in a new phase
I keep my head down
But there she is
And I don’t feel so dead
She walks graciously
When I can’t move
She’s got a drink for me
And she’s a good drug too
She’s been with him
But I don’t care
She plays the drums for me
And swings her long brown hair
Never fear, my immortal dear
We’re all just so very glad that you are here
Come run your hands through my hair
And make me shiver in the bask of your love
Solitude’s steely grasp
Nights out with friends
When friends aren’t there
Cold breath weaves minarets
Warm breath weaves toothless gums
They’ll never love like we have loved
In your loving arms
Never cry in the auburn echo of your left eye
So won’t you come over and watch tv
Can we turn the lights out
And see what we’ll see
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6. |
Come and Beat Me Up
03:05
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I painted my nails but I guess that’s not for her
Now I’m outside with my hands in my shirt
She’s at the table twisting fingers
I guess I thought she was making signals
But she said
OH YEAH
He don’t miss her like I miss her
On the corner I’m her mistress
She needs something way more vicious
I said that is fine but can I take a picture
And she said
I’m not your girlfriend, I’m just your dealer
I don’t find you sexy but you give me love
And you keep me warm, everything’s a chore
I was always bored till I found you
Doing what you do
Sleeping in my room
Saving me from old familiar doom
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And it was imitation without explanation
I could not take a vacation
I could not even think
To see the light
One mustn’t strain their eyes
Till they’ve gone blind
I tell you it grows, it grows everyday
The voice in my side, it grows in each and every way
I thought I thought I must have been alive
Turn to dust
(I won’t)
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8. |
Sunday Mourning
05:14
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Thinking of you last night,
I fell down the stairs
Floated around the room
Till I was sure I wasn’t there
Oh I’m never leaving home
The comfort of the lawn
Staying in the kitchen
And I’m brewing something strong
Never leaving home
The echo of your voice
Staying in the basement
And I swear that it’s by choice
Never leaving home
The echo of your voice
I can’t take the silence,
Disciple to the noise
Painting little pictures
They all look like your face
I’m trying to paint over them
But some things I can’t erase
Oh I’m never leaving home
The echo of your voice
Staying in the basement
And I swear that it’s by choice
Bouncing off the walls
Singing like a stone
I’m never going back outside
I’m never leaving home
Bouncing off the walls
Sinking like a stone
I’m never going back outside
I’m never leaving home
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9. |
Ballad of King Cool
04:31
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The tables and the people
They are just as well the same
The lights they flicker on and off
The drinks they taste the same
What is there to talk about
He wishes he had thought
He opens up to speak a word
But him they have forgot
The visions and the words he speaks are drawn from afar
He feels that all his memories were drawn from a jar
I hope the rain is so loud
We can’t hear ourselves think
Or I’ll turn on the water
And put my head in the sink
I want a comfortable silence
Extra weight on my eyelids
A stainless conscience
And a game for watching
I might bite the dagger
I might bite the spoon
I might the bullet
Oh yeah real soon
A fate to process
To feel in passing
A passive smile
And a safer a landing
I want a comfortable silence
Extra weight on my eyelids
A stainless conscience
And a game for watching
I might bite the dagger
I might bite the spoon
I might the bullet
Oh yeah real soon
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10. |
Thank You, I Love You
05:03
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You got these secret moves when you dance alone
You’re so fashionable with your absent woes
The canvas they inhabit with a passive glow
Treats me like a mirror which I can’t condone
New York is calling and he’s asking for you
Do you want sensation or objective truth
There is no solution on which to rely
We can get on a plane but we can’t touch the sky
The city is a jungle
The fruit is hanging low
I was running barefoot
Till I broke all my toes
We’ll sleep in the gutter where they won’t forsake us
All the bad thoughts we refuse to own
The lake of fire, we’d retire there like coming home
New York is calling and he’s asking for you
Do you want sensation or objective truth
There is no solution on which to rely
We can get on a plane but we can’t touch the sky
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